#rúben concepts

[julianalvarez9]

I need to talk to someone about rúben so I'll just tell you my little scenario 😣 I always imagine him with a shy gf (totally not projecting) and firstly all I think abt is always being so shy and embarrassed whenever he does anything ??? mostly when he's a tease ??? you know ???

I remember seeing this video of his and his ex and he comes up behind her and kisses her neck and whenever I think abt it, it makes me wanna cry

BUT, the little gifset u just posted made me think of her being shy at the dinner party or at the celebrations on the pitch and it's so cute he's always trying to get her to come out of her shell and 😣😣 I have more thoughts but this is getting so long lmao - rúben anon

NONONO I LOVE YOU SO MUCHHHH please any rúben thoughts can go here (ask box) i'll be soooo grateful to read them 🥹 but you're SO right, like extroverted bf introverted gf dynamics would be soooo cute. him always speaking highly of you like "yeah she's doing this and it's so impressing bc (...)" and you're blushing furiously like shhhh no need to be so loud about it!!! it isn't such a big deal!!! and him always trying tot talk about how good you are at what you do 🥹 having little signs at parties or get togethers, like if your social battery is dead you'll touch his arm like in the gif and he'll turn his head INSTANTLY, fuck whatever conversation he's having, while kissing your forehead saying "you ready to go amor?" 😭 nonono i'm not strong enough to live A DAY MORE without having him as my boyfriend

[devilishchaos]

Can you write a ruben smut where maybe it’s the middle of the night or maybe very early in the morning, and y/n and ruben are sound asleep in bed with ruben spooning her and at one point she probably having a dream and she unconsciously backs her behind towards ruben and starts moving slowly. And ruben wakes up and gently wakes her up. Upon letting her know what had just happened and becomes mortified but when he said he was into it, and making sure she consent, they do it from the back being impossibly close with the whole thing being intimate and passionate, and thank you for your writing - you're my favorite

Love on you | Rúben Dias imagine

Rating / genre: M (18+); smut, fluff

Pairings: Reader x Rúben Dias

Warnings: Explicit smut, explicit talk, use of pet names "baby", "babe", "princesa"

AN: This is heaven! I LOVED this concept and I LOVED working on it, thank you so much. <3 enjoy x

Word Count: 1 975 words

This is a work of fiction. The story, names, characters and incidents either are product or the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

When you woke up, it wasn’t to the sound of your alarm. You became aware of your consciousness when you felt a warm hand stroking up and down your arm. Then down your back, gliding over the oversized t-shirt you’d slept in, down to graze over your panties, finally landing on your hip. After a moment, it went in reverse, moving slowly, the touch so gentle and pleasant that it almost put you back to sleep. 

Still half out of it, your breathing stayed even, eyes remaining closed as you let Rúben trace over you. When he shuffled a bit closer, you could feel his chest pressed to your upper back, his hand changing its path to caress over the bare skin of your thigh up to your ass. Then there was a press of lips to your shoulder, so soft that you were almost sure you were dreaming. 

God, it felt good. You didn’t want him to ever stop. Barely able to compose a thought, you still registered how sweet it was, him just slowly kissing your skin and holding you close to him. Perhaps Rúben liked the feel of you as much as you did of him. 

When he moved to kiss your neck, your shoulder twitched up slightly and he paused for a moment before continuing. A quiet hum came out of you a moment later, unable to keep it in at the feeling of his lips pressing against you, your hair being gently combed out of the way. 

“Hi..” you said so quietly that it was barely audible at all. 

“You don’t have to wake up. I just wanted to touch you.” he grumbled low against your skin, arm tightening around your waist. 

“You can touch me.” you whispered back softly, about to doze off again with his permission. 

So he did, continuing to explore you with his lips as he caressed a finger over your midsection, almost tickling your ribs with how light his touch was. Somehow it was just making you more sensitive to him, faint chills erupting on your skin. 

“Is this okay?” Rúben asked directly in your ear while his fingers teased at the hem of your (his) t-shirt, pushing it up and slipping them under until his whole palm was pressed warm against you, starting at your hip and slowly moving up. 

“Mhmm..” you sounded in agreement, nodding a little as you adjusted your position a bit, pressing your ass back against him, happy to feel him against you. 

It would’ve been nice to roll over, pull him to you in a slow morning kiss. But you felt so at ease, body totally relaxed, plus you were a bit curious at what he might do next. The thought of it, paired with the feel of his erection hardening against your ass, were enough to have you excited, even in your dreamy state. 

“I’m going to kiss you. You can keep sleeping.” Rúben whispered, adjusting to sit up a bit more so he could trail his kisses over more of you, your t-shirt ending up bunched up so he could brush his lips over your hip and in the dip of your waist. 

Somehow your panties had been removed when your eyes fluttered a bit, you waking slightly once again to something warm grazing up and down the back of your thigh, teasing to the inner portion so that it was just brushing over your pussy. A faint whimper came out of you in your confusion, the light touch eliciting a feeling through your core so easily. Your nipples were hard, poking against your t-shirt uncomfortably. 

Another tantalizing brush over your pussy lips then the mattress was moving behind you again, weight causing your body to shift slightly. The movement up your thigh, against your cunt, up over your ass then back down became consistent, causing you to go back into your slumber. 

When you woke once more, the pleasure was much more intense, something hot and hard flicking back and forth over your clit and through the wetness at your entrance. You became aware of heavy breaths behind you, a quiet groan from Rúben coming out and causing your heart to race as your mind started to piece together the physical sensations with reality. 

A soft moan left you as your hips pushed back against the feeling, wanting more, suddenly hyper-aware of how needy your cunt was, how empty it felt, being teased over and over by his cockhead. 

“Fuck.” a low grunt came from the hot body pressed behind you. 

You whimpered at the sound, pussy clenching around the tip of him in invitation. When Rúben’s lips found your shoulder once again, you turned your head, blinking a few times to focus on him. Just as you locked gazes, he pushed in more, the sudden shock of the stretch causing you to gasp at him with wide eyes. 

“Oh, fuck. How do you feel so good, amor?” he groaned loudly before closing his eyes shut. 

Overwhelmed, your body took over, pulsing around his cock as your hips rolled back, trying to get him in deeper. He’d gotten you so wet and ready..now you just wanted to feel full. Once again, he was cursing, hand finding your hip and following your shallow movements. But it was too hard in your position to get as much as you wanted. 

“Please..baby.” you whined.

“Please what?” he asked, meeting your eyes before interrupting your ability to answer with his lips on yours. 

“More. I- I n- need more, need you to f- fuck me.” you moaned into his mouth, squirming against him in search of friction, before pulling back. 

He hummed into your neck, pulling you close with both arms wrapped around you until your torso was flush with him “Just wanted to feel you.”

A sad little whimper came out of you and you felt him twitching inside of you. 

“But you turned me on so much.” you whined quietly as you turned forward, grabbing the pillow and trying not to sound as bratty as you felt right then and there. 

“Mm, I know, baby. You got so wet for me. So cute and sexy, moaning and sighing in your sleep.” he whispered right in your ear. 

His words were making you clench more and more, causing you to soak his cock and the inside of your thighs. 

“Made me so fucking hard..fuck..I’m so hard for you.”

“Yeah, I know.” you whined once more “Please, meu amor, please fuck me. Wanna feel more of you.” 

“You have me, baby. I’m inside you.”

“No, you’re not.” 

Rúben chuckled quietly then just when you thought he was going to speak again, he thrust his hips forward sheathing the last few inches inside of you and making you cry out, gripping onto the arm that was wrapped around your middle and across your chest. 

“Oww, fuuuuck.” you moaned, your hips once again pushing forward and back, succeeding only in sliding him in and out an inch or so “Again, please.” 

“So whiny and needy this morning.” 

“For you. It’s your fault.” you told him, breathless already as your pussy ached. 

Thankfully, he listened, beginning to push his hips marginally, then a bit more, losing the lock on his lips when his cock started to slide in faster, breathing pretty little groans into the crook of your neck. 

Your back arched away from him, letting him press deeper. He felt so good, wrapped around you, pulsing inside of you. The wet sounds of him slipping into you over and over were audible, even from under the sheets. When he moved to prop himself back up, his hand switched to your hip to leverage his thrusts, allowing him to fuck into you harder. 

“Ahh, yes. Rúben, fuck- ” you choked out, everything getting more intense as he took advantage of his power. Already feeling like you could come too easily, you slipped your hand down between your legs, the addition of your fingertips swirling over your swollen clit, causing you to let out a throaty groan as you tensed around him. 

“You feel so good..” he moaned, practically whispering “Oh my, God.” It just made it better, how he sounded so soft, his voice breathy and needy. 

“You’re gonna make me come, Rúbes.” you mewled into your pillow, your hips pushing back to meet him, the pressure building inside of you as he pounded deep in your walls. 

“Ugh, yes- fuck, fuck, fuck..” the word fell from your mouth continuously, a bit louder, a bit tighter with the pleasure radiating from your core where your clit was throbbing under your fingertips. 

“Come for me, princesa. Wanna feel you coming around me- ”

Before he could finish the words, you were, letting out a low breathy moan that might have resembled ‘holy shit’ in some shape or form, the feeling washing over your whole body. 

“Oh my God, fuck! Oh, fuck.” he let out with a multitude of other ridiculously hot sounds as he came as well, still giving you shallow desperate thrusts as best as he could, even as he faltered through his release. 

“Oh, yes..yes, give it to me, baby.” you echoed his sentiment but in a shaky whisper as you began to come down, your orgasm ricocheting inside you with each additional movement. 

He adjusted his hand, holding once again around your chest so you were close to him as he rolled into you a few more times, slower and without much consciousness. His forehead pressed gently to your shoulder while your hand went back to hold his hip, simply wanting to be touching him more. 

Eventually you both stopped the languid waves of your bodies against one another, stilling completely to catch your breaths. Blinking away the remains of sleep, your awareness caming back. 

If you could wake up like this every morning, how could any day be a bad day?

Rúben’s head laid against the pillow now but he was still right up against you, his breath hitting the back of your neck. To fully wrap you up, his hand had moved to cup your breast, just holding it in his warm grasp. 

You found yourself smiling.

“Hmm. Time to go back to sleep.” he mumbled cutely, burying his face into you. 

“If I wasn’t hungry, I might actually agree to that.” your hand traced over his hip to the side of his ass where a perfect divot sat thanks to all his muscles. 

“But if you go back to sleep, it means I get to wake you up again.” Rúben said as he lifted, leaning onto his hand to look over at you, finally letting you get a good look at him: beautiful, flushed, his messy morning hair everywhere. And, of course, smiling. 

“Don’t tempt me, Dias..” 

He chuckled, sitting up more. His hand moved to your thigh to push it up slightly as he withdrew before he was turning to his side of the bed and getting up. 

“Rúben!” you said suddenly before allowing yourself to move an inch “Did you-? Did we-?” 

“Huh?” he asked as he walked away from the bed. 

Then you watched as he dropped a tied-off condom in the little trash can. 

“Oh, okay. Whew.” you rushed out with a gust of air, a relieved smile pushing up on your cheeks “For a second, I thought you weren’t wearing a condom.” 

“Oh. No, I wouldn’t do that.” he replied quickly, brows squishing together. 

“No, I know. I just..in the moment..I worried you forgot.” you said with a little shrug, biting down on your bottom lip. 

“Baby, you were practically asleep.” he said with a little chuckle, coming over to where you were still lounging under the covers, leaning and giving you a kiss on the forehead “Don't be anxious. I got you.”

[joaofelix70]

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── joão félix sequeira.

a crescent love, an ephemeral passion ── joão félix

summary: you and joão spent all the summer together. you even met his friends and brother. could this be the beginning of a crescent love or just an ephemeral passion? his friendship with his ex would ruin everything between the two of you?

69 with joão félix

summary: a concept of you and joão félix sharing jubilation and becoming one.

── dominik szoboszlai.

miss diplomat and mr. charming ── dominik szoboszlai

summary: your job is involving the commitment of unify the population and create interrelations to another countries, using the eurocup qualifiers and the hungary national team executions. you just didn't expect to fall in love with the no. 10's captain player.

── kostantinos "kostas" tsimikas.

none yet.

── rúben dos santos gato alves dias.

none yet.

[oh-saints]

ruben going to singer!readers concert and being infatuated with her!!!!!🤭

i like this concept more than i'd like to admit... but i changed the details a bit, i hope you don't mind and like this all the same! xx

comeback

when it's your comeback stage after 2 years, you can always count on rúben for always having your back. and rúben finds another reason to fall in love with you.

rúben dias x singer!reader

word count: 1.7k

note: none but sweet, sweet rúben teheee but as usual, i happen to write at dawn so ofc this is not proof-read.

“where are you?”

rúben chuckled at the question you fired as soon as he picked up the phone. you never did that, not saying hello, darling, and he could only assume it was due to the nerves slowly kicking in. after all, tonight was going to be the first time you’d come back to the surface of the showbiz world after 2-year hiatus post the break-up that stunned the world with your ex-boyfriend.

“i’m pulling up, meu anjo,” and he didn’t lie, you’d heard the intangible, muffled words exchanged between your boyfriend and someone presumably the hotel’s valet driver. “miss me much?”

missing rúben would be an understatement. with all the preparation for your first comeback stage, at the BRITs nonetheless, you’d been whisked away for far too long for your liking. you really couldn’t wait to the life you never thought would suit you—cheering him by the side line week in and out.

“you know i always do, my love.”

and you wasn’t lying, too. for there’d been countless timea he spotted your teary eyes over the facetime calls you did during this whole comeback fiasco. his presence the past year had been nothing but the biggest support system you could ever ask—your muse, your pillar altogether—and it felt weird not to be around him. it took everything of you not to succumb to temptation to just fly yourself out to manchester.

if you weren’t being brushed with make-up for final touch-up, you’d tackled rúben in the biggest bear hug you could give him the moment he stepped into the suite room. you’d settled for elongating your arms in the air for him to take, and he, perceptive as ever, brought the fingers he’d missed tangling his with to place small kisses all over the back of your hand.

“hello, my sweet darling,” he said as he kissed the small spot on top of your rose gold band. it didn’t escape him that you’d only worn the small ring he’d given you, their couple ring, on your left while your right was adorned by more numbers of jewelleries. “how are you?”

“the thought of you on your way here is what drives me to survive, honestly,” you grasped back the small pressure he gave your hand in assurance, just what you needed. only rúben knew trivial things like that, and that was why you wanted him more than anything for this monumental moment for you. “i feel like throwing up the whole day.”

which you could, by the way. rúben had seen it first hand back when you released your newest album for the first time, fright and nerves were all over your face—for what the public’s reaction, for your fans’ reaction. for rúben’s reaction, too, especially the fact he knew it by then there’d be a couple of songs directed towards your ex, as well as the beautiful journey that led your to him.

thankfully, he was so relaxed about it because “if it wasn’t because of him, i wouldn’t have had you now.” he considered your album to be your way of honest expression, your freedom of speech, and you just happened to be a good storyteller at that.

“i’ll be the one holding for your hair, meu amor,” he responded to you, as easy as breathing, as he pulled up the stool with his free hand in hope he could ease off the cold sweats breaking underneath your skin. “but your beautiful make-up would be ruined. can you puke that after the red carpet, at least?”

＊✿❀○❀✿＊＊✿❀○❀✿＊＊✿❀○❀✿＊

the crowd went insanely wild at the sight of you descending the limousine with rúben helping you on the step.

you’d hinted your new relationship on the last album, but had never answered the accusations of how the lucky guy was. you’d only described him in your lyrics, but had always dodged the direct questions of who it might be. none of them mentioned rúben, though, which somehow gave you mixed reaction because while you were happy no one could catch the hint and thus left you with some space to date around the past year, it was also sad because people didn’t consider rúben into the nomination when the hints were as clear as the sky.

but that wasn’t why he was here, regardless. you needed him to be here—with you, for you, by your side—or else, you’d combust. he was one of the few people that could understand the level of pressure you were currently under, and he was the only one who knew how to help to alleviate them. so, might as well reveal him to the rest of the world while he did so, relieving you both the endless pursuit of hide-and-seek with the paparazzi whenever you go somewhere with him.

you’d heard people screaming in amazement and wonder why and how rúben got there, with you of all people in tow. some women were hysterically shattering your ears with oh my fucking god i cannot fucking believe this, while some journalists were typing ferociously to break the news of the most attractive couple grazing the red carpet.

for the last part, you couldn’t deny that. you both had matched the concept of your attires for the evening. him wearing a satin ultramarine blue suit, the same shade you’d gone crazy about since the last time he wore the colour when representing his country in the world cup; you wearing a satin ultramarine evening dress with a thigh slit form he’d gone crazy about since he last saw you wearing a similar fashion to one of your date nights. with both of your visual supporting the fabrics, it was safe to say you could pride yourself in making it to the best dressed couple award.

but none of it all was enough to conceal the nerves grippling you from the deepest part of your inside. you’d jumped at his touch the moment he landed his hand on the small part of your back gently, and you have never reacted that way to his touch. you’d blinked rapidly every time flashes getting to your eyes, you were also visibly confused about where or who to see every time your name was called.

“breathe, meu anjo,” he pulled you closer to him, hiding the slightly trembling hands by engulfing one of them to his. “you’re doing great. everybody loves you.”

at his words, you let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding. at the sensation of his fingers made a circling motion on top of your hips, you closed your eyes and counted to 10—a trick he taught you before he stepped onto the pitch. at the kiss he placed on top of your head, you opened your vision again to look at him. fuck the people screaming around you.

he sensed your line of sight, so he glanced down at you. your eyes never failed to convey how grateful you were to him, to every step he’d taken with you, and it was one of the things he loves about you. so just to be fair, he said the same words silently through the embrace he gave you, burying his face by crook and nook of yours like you were two pieces of puzzle fit perfectly against each other.

the sequence—of him turning you around before hugging you tightly—made it to become the most popular video and gif on the internet that evening. followed closely by the moment camera caught on rúben’s expression as soon as you did your ending pose on the stage.

he stood from his seat to applaud you before everyone else, eyes never darted anywhere else but you on the stage. when he said you were the best storyteller, he wasn’t downplaying. you had your way with music, with words, with your expression and you dared to bare yourself while doing what you loved the most. you captivated him, as you always do, with those skills you sharpened everyday despite the fact you were naturally born with it.

combined that with the amount of efforts he knew you’d put into, he was visibly so proud while giving you the biggest standing ovation. and he was, because you were one of the most hardworking person he’d come to know of. your work ethic contended his, and it blew him off the waters the first time around, but instead of feeling hurt he’d lost to a woman, rúben respected you a lot more than he already did.

for him, nothing was sexier than a woman who’d earned her place and respect fair and square. nothing was sexier than you being applauded and appreciated by tons of people in the room, and tons more from their TV screen back home, for what you had and you will achieve. and he’d never felt so lucky to have met you, dated you, called you his in the room full of people that could’ve taken his place.

the smile that was etched on his face matched your growing one, and for someone who wanted to take a step back from the limelight that was directed to him due to his relationship with a public figure, rúben surely didn’t intend to shy away from catching the air kiss you blew his way.

the moment you took a seat beside him to join him for the remainder of the prestigious event, rúben couldn’t help but pull your seat so close to him he practically had you in his arms. he immediately kissed the side of your head, the side of your neck, down to your shoulder blade where your off-shoulder dress exposed them for his liking. “told you you’d smash it.”

the words enticed laughter from you because you knew rúben’s always right, but you couldn’t help the jitters gnawing you earlier. with the laughter, rúben felt you relaxed the way he usually found you when you were both inside your best sanctuary called home, despite being in a very public place, doing the biggest PDA you both had ever done during the past year you were together.

“thank you for being here, my love,” you settled back your figure well and comfortably against rúben’s chest, strong and sturdy like his presence in your life. truly your pillar of strength in every way the words might mean. “i couldn’t have done it without you.”

[overnowsfcb]

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[melanieph321]

hi, im still thinking about the concept one anon said about rúben fall in love with a kindergarten teacher angst but fluff are you going to write it🥹

Yes, but I'm making that into a several part story that need more time and planning. In the meantime I'm answering these one off requests 😊

[rubendiasthoughts]

I bet he would call your mum to ask for your favourite soup recipe and make it for you if you were sick

That would be so cute 🥹🥹🥹

I got the flu and now I'm needy for soft Rúben content babes 😂😂

Omg that's the cutest thing ever!!

And he would go to the supermarket to get all the ingredients and get you flowers on his way to make you feel a little better 🥺 and then your mom is texting you, telling you how cute your boyfriend is, that he just called her and asked her for the recipe 🥺 and he would feed the soup to you 🥺

And then maybe cuddle with you on the bed, put on your favourite movie and you would watch it together.

Also, sorry your not feeling well babe, hope you will feel better soon ❤❤ and send me all the soft Ruben concepts, please!! I love all of your ideas and I love soft Ruben 🥺❤

[findingnemosworld]

for Rúben,

maybe an childhood friends to enemies to lovers (or childhood friends to lovers to enemies to lovers) where the reader is a man city/united player and they have to do a publicity or they casually have the same reunion with friends and they start their friendship or relationship again.

I hope you'll able to understand me! English is not my first language.

PS: I love your writing 🤍

hi precious I got the concept, it'll definitely be fun to play with, and don't worry cause I'm not a native speaker either

awww thank you, it means a lot 🫶🏻🫶🏻

[julianalvarez9]

ruben looks at everyone like they're telling him the most important thing he's ever heard it's so intense 🥵 imagining that same intensity in other uhh more private moments. I'm going insane

frrrr, like every interview, he looks at the interviewer like this?

fuck you. how do you expect me to concentrate when you're being such an asshole? this is what i mean when i scream that i hate him !!!!! i hate that's he's so good looking and ! he ! knows !!!! also, yeah. he doesn't let you close your eyes for A SECOND. "anjo, eyes on me, remember?".

BRB GOING INSANE !!!!

[devilishchaos]

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[pensat-i-fet]

you can do where the reader is Brazilian and takes Rúben to meet Br and his parents

That's an interesting concept but I don't know that much about Brazil (one of the few South American countries I've never been to) and I don't know if I'd be able to do it justice. I don't want to offend any locals who might read it by doing it too "basic" I guess. I mean, I don't personally care when people write about Spanish players and get things wrong but I would understand if others did.

[oh-saints]

Can you write for Ben White? I know it's like a lot to ask since he's not that much of a popular demand around here but since you're an Arsenal fan and all..

of course, nonny! i hope this satisfies you!

safe

with ben’s consistent business trip, he just wants you to be safe while he’s away.

ben white x you

word count:

tw: mention of sarah everard’s case

note: happy valentine’s day, lovelies! <3 taking a little break from the plentiful of rúben’s request. but as usual, i happen to write at dawn so this is yet to be proof-read.

“have a safe trip, honey.”

and as soon as ben ties up his shoelace, he walks back to the woman he loves, the axis to his presence, the epicentrum to his life. he pecks you one last time before snuggling his way to your neck, burying himself in your smell once more before Qatar deprives him of you.

“please take care of yourself, too.”

ben’s laugh is muffled by his hoodie you always wear whenever he goes for away matches, and the combination of his hoodie and your shampoo dizzies ben in the head because he knows he misses you already, despite still having you in his arms.

“please take care of yourself, too, my love,” he mumbles, before his nose makes his way towards the side of your neck, the back of your ears, and he feels you trembling at his slightest touch. oh how much he’s going to miss that… “but i really need to go.”

you laugh at his words because wasn’t it him that comes back crawling to you just seconds ago?

“and i need you to promise me something.”

ben isn’t a stranger to the word promise, he’d promised you so many things as long as he’s capable of. but this time, his sentence startles you, for he asks you to do something for him. it’s nearly unheard of in your relationship with ben.

“what is it?”

“i want you to use my car everywhere you go.”

now you’re stunned. because it certainly is a big favour to ask, coming from him. because he knows you’re not into this whole concept of driving—you proclaim you’re the worst driver in London and that supposedly says a lot, for you can’t save your patience for the crazy cyclists and those cowboy drivers.

“why?”

“i want you to be safe.”

“but the tube’s sa—”

“no, not that. i’m actually not worried about you riding the tube or buses or else,” ben says, and while doing so he stares you down. he means business, you realise. he only shows that face twice; a) when he’s playing on the field and someone tries to bring him down, b) once when you were harassed in the club. “i’m more worried at the fact you have to walk from the station or bus stop to here. somebody could’ve done unimaginable things to you while walking and i’d be fucked if something happens to you just because i can’t prevent it from happening.”

the reality dawns on you at that moment.

days ago, when you and ben stumbles upon the news of a woman reported lost and found killed at the hands of the police who couldn’t take a no for life, ben couldn’t believe his eyes. he had to ask you the question of which the answer he dreaded for—“have you been in that position? where a man can’t take your no?” “what do you think i carry those pepper spray for?”—and now it seems like the news have been bugging his consciousness.

he just wants you to be safe when you go somewhere and when you come back home. no one in this world deserves that kind of feeling when you’re scared of what happens when you say yes but more frightened at the thought of what might happen if you say no.

“i can’t let anything happen to you,” ben shakes his head at his own intrusive thoughts. “and i won’t. not when i’m still breathing.”

ben white surely loves his cars but he definitely and absolutely loves you more.

[tchouameninga]

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God can u imagine the slutty half (or fully) naked pictures they’d take

my favourite part about this concept is john and rúben have a sadness in their eyes that you only see in european porn

i read a mark webber x sebastian vettel smut once where they come across an old sex tape of seb & jenson (button) and after watching it they end up fucking. stonesfordias plot as well if you ask me

[rubenfinity]

hello, lovely! hope you're having a nice day!

Would you mind recommending some Rúben blogs that post concepts/blurbs/fics or that share those brainrot thoughts overall? 😅 also your fav Rúben blogs!

ty x

heyy, I did thank you!! hope you had an amazing day <3

I'm a semi-new rúben blog so I'm on the lookout too tbh, but the only one I've come across is for fics/concepts is @cityfanchelseaslut and for general rúben blogs @rubendiasutd and @ruben-dias are my fav x

[28dayslater]

i think we should write an american psycho au with laporte as bateman, rúben as detective kimball and john as paul allen and laporte kills john because his match attax card had better stats

genuinely obsessed with this concept bc when you rewrote the book intro to be about laporte i cried laughing. you just know that mf is never getting a table at dorsia

[nextlevekristian]

Ideation

After being introduced to glanceability, now we have to put that knowledge into action. We need to design the behaviour of a multi-screen UI, in a certain scenario and film our design with a focus on the interaction. It didn’t seem like a hard task to do, since it won’t be the first time we have to shoot and edit videos, showing some artifacts. However, I know from previous situations that underestimating even the simplest thing might be tricky.  

We started off by looking at different displays that already exist – smartwatch, smartphone, laptop screen. I remembered that I have a smartwatch, which I don’t use frequently and we started thinking of potential concepts with it. Nowadays, the connectivity between different devices is so easy. For example, you can access the same info of the smartwatch on your smartphone, even sometimes the info may be more detailed. We found that interesting. Maybe we could try to find some nuance in the connectivity aspect. But that doesn’t make a concept. Then we came to the conclusion that those devices are too ordinary and personally I wanted to think a little bit more out of the box. I thought that we might consider the projector as a display. Why not? The size is enormous comapred to the aforementioned devices, it is not portable, but had the opportunity to show many widgets/modules of information at the same time. Plus, we already know that glanceability should enable “people to get the essence of the information with a quick visual glance”(Gouveia et al. 2016). However, that is not enough. Looking from the glanceability aspect, we realised that having several apps open at once can be distracting and even too hard on the eyes because of the size of the displayed area.  

This led to us looking at more different shaped displays for inspiration to limit the view of all apps at once while still providing enough real-estate for the apps to be informative. I got a throwback to the very first project in Methods I last year. Back then, we created a globe prototype, showing the energy usage in a household. I drew inspiration from that and started brainstorming what is the potential for a concept of a spherical display in our project now? A big advantage is the 360 degrees viewing angles, meaning that there might be a lot of information modules open at the same time, but thanks to the shape, not all of them would be completely visible from one point view, unless needed. I had one concern – because of the circular shape, everything displayed would be distorted and with imperfect shape – a rectangle window would be displayed curvy. I guess that was the time we took a step back from the globe-shaped display. But that didn’t mean we had to give up on coming up with a different shaped display. We found an old made out of mdf ‘tube’ object, with unknown purpose. This object has 2 adjustable rings, so it can be divided into 6 sections. That certainly looked like an idea. We all agreed that was cool and could work.

First thing to do was think of potential contexts of use. Home use? Workplace/office? For kids? And what about the interface? What should it include? Since we want this to be personal device, we couldn’t come up at first with a valuable use of it at home. However, this is not the case with the workplace. There are a lot of opportunities for the business side – it can show email, calendar, schedules, weather forcast, alarm. A businessman or a person with a busy work schedule must be informed about upcoming meetings, emails, calendar, even the need of alarm and weather forecast without actually getting disturbed unnecessarily. Everything should be understandable at a glance. But this is not easy and we are walking on thin ice. Most importantly, the UI should be very simple, yet containing the most important info easily readable. Eric decided to do some wireframing in Adobe XD, while Max and I continued brainstorming about other aspects of use.

We finally came up with 2 more contexts – health and family(kids). We take advantage of the good connectivity between devices, so the role of the health section would be showing extended and more detailed info of a workout/jog than on the smartwatch. We found this important because as we had a look at smartwatches in “Exploring the Design Space of Glanceable Feedback for Physical Activity Trackers” by Rúben Gouveia, Fábio Pereira, Evangelos Karapanos, Sean A. Munson, Marc Hassenzahl, their displays show limited information and to be honest, it is not easily readable due to the small screen. We haven’t figured out what could be shown in the family kids section yet. Maybe showing the kid’s location? Or alerting when it is time to be picked up?

There is definitely more food for thought but are feeling encouraged and hoping for the best results.

References:

Gouveia, Rúben et al. 2016. “Exploring the Design Space of Glanceable Feedback for Physical Activity Trackers.” UbiComp 2016 - Proceedings of the 2016 ACM International Joint Conference on Pervasive and Ubiquitous Computing: 144–55.